This is a song about "Meth lab"

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

But i’m not making trips lab to lab every single day,

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress